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山崎 宗介 || Yamazaki Sōsuke ([personal profile] takenwithhim) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2017-08-22 11:05 pm

Let's Go Out

Who: Rin Matsuoka and Sousuke Yamazaki
Where: Various locations on the Near Shore
When: Mid-August
What: How many ways can “Let’s go out” be interpreted?
Warnings: Knowing them, something awkward/cute/hot/feels is going to happen.


[You don’t need to get closer. There’s no more distance between us. Those are the kind of thoughts he’d expect any logical person to think about their relationship. Between a god and his shinki, living together and growing together, how could they bother with the idea of getting “closer” when their lives were more or less wrapped up within each other’s? They already experienced so much together. Their initial meeting under the shower of cherry blossoms and clouds. A strange bond rushing together with every race they took in the pool to hone their skills as swimmers and conquer Sousuke’s nostalgia. Sharing the burden of pain and poignancy as they met with Rin’s father and helped him return to the afterlife.

Yelling and arguing over the stupidest things (and sometimes not so stupid) from workout practices to what’s the best way to cook spicy teriyaki. Bright laughs and satisfied grins as they trained their powers out in the castle grounds or raced through the castle to explore its secrets. Even the awkward moments that keep popping up, from sleeping in the same bed to accidentally getting flashes of nudity in the bathroom… and spending an entire week together as kids. They even got a bath (or five) together already! Anyone with those kinds of events in their lives were bound to be called “best friends” or something like that, right? They didn’t need to get any closer, right?

… apparently they did. Maybe it simply isn’t enough to spend those kinds of times and experiences together. Training, living, growing, learning, enjoying, challenging… Those things are always going to be there and Sousuke’s not against any of them. So then, if they’re that close already, why’s this day having so much fun already playing awkward string through their evening tapestry? Let’s go out. That’s all he’d said when he came downstairs. He didn’t say anything remotely related to the term ‘date’ you know! But… his god’s a romantic sap beyond compare and it didn’t take long for someone’s face to get red.

So of course Sousuke’s surprise (maybe suspicion) lingers on as he steps out of the portal that carries his god and him to the Near Shore. The human realm that contains so many sights, scents, and sounds that bring a round of comfort and gentle thrill to his chest. Rin agreed to the offer. After all that, he’d agreed. It’d been a long time, if not actually the first time, they’ve ever gotten dressed up in front of each other. He’s grateful for the cooler evening air. It makes his current clothes far more comfortable. Turns out, even if Sousuke tends to prefer his shirts open and untucked, his collarbones exposed, casual pants a little unconsciously-lowcut… he’s not at all bad cutting an impressive figure in formal wear.]


Where do you want to go?

[The obvious intent is to have dinner eventually… but it’s been a long time since they’ve gone out to simply hang with each other in such a setting. They should really make a whole night of it. Who knows what else they’ll learn about each other… Who knows how much closer they’ll get.]
sharkmaid: (⚡ bae...)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-07-21 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s difficult to keep track of time whenever they’re together, and Rin finds it strange he’s only discovering this here and now, while he’s sweating in the sheets, the mattress, the room he shares with his own childhood best friend. The best friend who doesn’t look at him and remember. The best friend who can’t find reason to be embarrassed for all the places and ways he touches Rin’s skin. The best friend who won’t stop staring right through him and likely forgetting time exists all the same. It’s true. Whenever he’s with Sousuke, it seems reality always bends to their liking. He forgets to check how fast they’re going or how far along they’ve come. Everything, every moment, every word, every memory... they meld together into a singular, precious experience. Maybe that’s why he’s always been so eager to charge forward with Sousuke at his side, so very excited and unafraid of the unknown. Because when they’re together, nothing else could ever matter. When they’re together, he feels... free.

Even here. Even now. Doing something so adult and wild and completely out of their comfort zone.

He isn’t afraid; far from it. After all, he’ll trust no one else around his body like his own shinki. But inexperience brings nerves, of course, and with them so many sudden and probably very stupid thoughts. What does he look like? What does he sound like? Is he crying too much, is he moving too little? Is he letting himself be too carried away? Rin with all his romantic ideologies can’t help but wonder if he’s over exaggerating every little thing. Isn’t that what pushed Sousuke away in the first place? Getting too close, too buddy-buddy... If he moves too fast, he might risk Sousuke falling behind.

And Sousuke’s freedom always matters as much, if not more than, his own.

I’ll let you do what you want, however you want. If it makes you happy, if it makes you free... then disobey me. And take what you want.

There’s nothing but white once Sousuke finally follows through, leaving Rin arched, drenched, and struggling for air. Thighs tremble from exertion, sweat dribbling down the backs of his knees, and he can’t be sure how long it takes before he regains control over his anything below the waist. He guesses it just... happens. One by one, muscle by muscle. Each one relaxes around his bones until ultimately he’s left limp and heaving in a damp nest of sheets and tangled limbs, both legs still in the air but slumping back towards his chest under their own weight. Can’t taste blood. Must’ve managed to keep himself from biting down on his wrist too hard. Can’t feel any frayed ends in between his fingers. Didn’t tug enough to rip the bed apart. Lips on his shin— Wait. Since when did they stop moving?

He still has his head turned when the blood starts flowing back towards his brain, but soon enough Rin rolls it forward with a weak push. Maroon bangs, damp and disheveled, just barely cover those sex-glazed eyes struggling to find focus in the dark.]


You stopped... You didn’t—

[Realization comes slowly but surely, then in a matter of seconds Rin has the sheets balled up into his hands again, this time yanked up high enough to cover the lower half of his face. If he could wrap the rest of his body up along with it he would in a heartbeat. Because Sousuke’s staring and he isn’t moving and— Shit, what was he thinking!?]

Sorry, I— I didn’t mean...! I should’ve...

[I didn’t focus enough on you.]
sharkmaid: (⚡ ROOD)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-07-22 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Dammit, can he stop staring at him already!? It’s embarrassing enough to be lying here feeling sticky and cold and disgusting. What’s there to even marvel at anyway? This can’t be anything he hasn’t seen before... Well. Except for the whole... orgasm in his shorts bit. Which he’s going to try his hardest to ignore for as long as this position will allow him. Thankfully the darkness helps just enough with that issue, though it won’t do much more when he can still see Sousuke clear as day, illuminated in the moonlight, blinking slowly with those dumb gorgeous eyes of his... Maybe he should’ve tossed the sheets over him instead. Could save him from staring back.

Or save Sousuke from Rin’s eventual wrath, as it turns out.

He gapes, the red tint intensifying on his cheeks, before both legs start to jostle in place, aiming to smack Sousuke in the head at least once (hopefully thrice). E-Eugh, he’s starting to regret that though. The more he moves, the more... things move along with him down below, wet and thick, already threatening to seep out onto his thighs.]


I-it’s because I went first that I’m apologizing, idiot! But it’s your fault anyway! I told you to slow down!

[Once he’s regained most feeling in his legs, his kicking grows ever more persistent, until with just enough of a tug he ends up with ankles hooked around Sousuke’s neck. Hoping his shinki won’t find any room for escape, he yanks downward towards his chest. Get down here, you no-good teaser. He’s gonna smother you in these blankets... or his thighs... whichever comes first! Well, if nothing else, this does take away from the pathetic flustering.]

And now you’re gonna go off and turn this into a competition, huh? Just how can you do better than me!?
sharkmaid: (⚡ oh gooood for youuuu)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-08-06 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Don’t you dare ask him why he’s apologizing! This whole situation is awkward, intense and embarrassing beyond explanation and you expect him to give you reason!? Not only that, but he’s clearly being picked on here! Imagine that. Being teased for showing a little bit of his softer side! The nerve. It’s only fair he shifts and kicks as he does. And it makes perfect sense to use his prized leg strength to his advantage by jostling Sousuke around. Just trying to prove a point here! He can still find ways to kick your ass even when his legs feel like jelly.

With a grunt as Sousuke lands against his front, Rin squeezes his torso harder between his thighs, ensuring he has a firm hold before he can start rocking himself side to side and forward, hoping to gain enough momentum for what he does next. Yeah, that’s right. He’s pretzeling and it’s all your fault!]


I’ll show you better!

[Another sharp shove, this time aiming to throw Sousuke’s body backwards on the bed. He still has his legs wrapped around him of course, but that’s all part of the plan. Gotta make sure he can properly pin him down and keep himself straddled on his chest. E-eugh. Though this does mean he’s going to be pressing messy bits of himself where they shouldn’t be going. He really should take his underwear off... Ugh, not a chance. Can’t give Sousuke any sort of satisfaction after being a jerk!]
sharkmaid: (⚡ megalodon was a bitch ass poser)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-08-06 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s pure adrenaline (and maybe a handful of rage) that drives him to act out as he does. Listen, you try being interrupted from potential post-coital bliss with nonsense like that! It’s the complete opposite of romantic! ... N-not that he was aiming for romance or anything from the start. Sort of. But anyway, point is, the mood’s been tanked, and now his experience in bed’s being questioned. Both perfect reasons to set forth and attack as far as Rin’s concerned.

And success! A very big... and wet one at that. It’s not very often he can say he’s managed to force Sousuke down on his own. Usually his best friend has to fall over himself just to make Rin feel a little less pitiful. Just for good measure though, panting with sweat between his eyes, he makes a grab for Sousuke’s hands to try and keep them pinned too. Can’t risk being shoved back over when he has his rightful place up top! He’d be growling too... if the odd feeling of pressing his sticky, wet and squelching mess of a bulge to Sousuke’s front didn’t make him shudder instead. Just ignore it. It’s... it’s not important!]


Evil? Just who’s the evil one here?

[he grumbles, fingers curling tighter around the taller swimmer’s wrists.]

If you really want me to be evil, maybe I’ll just sit here and watch you. I won’t even give you any sort of relief.
sharkmaid: (⚡ Jaws theme intensifies)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-08-07 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He’s not quite happy, but since you’re being a good boy down there, he’s slowly reaching that point. “Good” of course being pretty subjective in this case. Now will you just sit still and quit giving him those smug looks and glowers? You’re not making this easy for yourself! Though now that he’s actually up here and Sousuke’s down there... he hasn’t considered where he’s supposed to go now. He can’t just stay here all night. He’ll need to change into some clean clothes at some point. But if he gets up now, that’ll risk Sousuke gaining the upper hand again! And this is still an ongoing competition, dammit.

Biting his lip, Rin awkwardly flexes his fingers to keep himself occupied. Che. Is Sousuke actually enjoying this or something? There’s not nearly enough discomfort on that face!]


Oi, quit moving around! You— augh... bastard...

[An unfortunate hiss and a groan, made as Sousuke flexes just enough to stimulate his overstimulated thighs. Knock it off! He knows what you’re trying to do and he won’t let it happen! Back to glowering... and trying to ignore how low his boxer-briefs are on his hips by now form all their previous thrusting. Also that chest... Ngh, how is it even real...]

I won’t get bored! I’ll be having too much fun watching you struggle!
sharkmaid: (⚡ no bromo)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-08-08 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Part of him is struck with the urge to call him by his shinki name... but that plan’s quickly thwarted when he realizes how awkward it would be to have a dog beneath him instead of a person. It’s a disturbing thought, to say the least, and Rin shakes his head to push it as far back into his brain as it will go. No. He’ll need to think of some other way to punish him, or at least exact a little revenge. Either way, he has every intention of winning! And he will! O-once he figures out the proper plan... and once someone stops flexing his chest so much.

It’s proving more and more impossible by the second. He can tell Sousuke to stop all he wants, but ultimately there’s nothing he can do unless he gets up and walks away. Which he could do... if he felt like it.

Baring his weight down, Rin unwillingly lets out a quiet whine then squeezes his thighs on either side of Sousuke’s chest. It won’t stop him, no, but with luck he’ll force his lower body to fall numb.]


It’s not! [he growls.] And it’s your fault anyway. If anything, you should be the one fixing it.
sharkmaid: (⚡ did you say hot wings)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-08-14 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[See, now this is the perfect place to use his prized leg strength. Sousuke should be both afraid and honored to witness it first hand. And he didn’t even need to go in a pool for that! Still, as tempting as it is to sit here all night playing a strange flexing game with his best friend, Rin knows they’re going to tire out eventually, especially after everything they’ve gone through tonight. Walking through Tokyo, dancing around vague memories, sharing sights and emotions side by side like they’ve never done before... now this. It almost feels like this evening isn’t real.

Rin lifts his head a bit at that returned look, the hint of pride once again eating at his confidence, before genuine confusion crosses his face. Ok... He’s being challenged again, that much is clear. But—]


Why should I? [Hard to sound intimidating when your voice cracks, Rin.]
sharkmaid: (⚡ hot dayum what a bewty)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-08-14 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Does he have to look at him that way? Again? It didn’t end well for Rin the last time he caught it, so he doesn’t expect it to be any different this time around. There’s several pillows he could grab now. Smack them over Sousuke’s face and he can be done with this game of... whatever it is. But curiosity chips away at him, breaking down the reserve and control, and he’s very quickly reminded of his inexperience. He has no idea what Sousuke has planned exactly, though judging by the darkness in his eyes, he needs to tread carefully. Let’s see... if he scoots up, that could give Sousuke more room to push him back onto the bed, right? Entirely possible. Or...

He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath his skin. He can’t be thinking of actually fixing it... can he?

His stomach flutters as he keeps up his stubborn glare, but in the end Rin’s pride wins out as he rather roughly scoots his body forward along Sousuke’s chest, practically shoving his... problem... right in his face. Shit Shit, shit, shit. An inch closer and he’d be suffocating him!]


W-well?
sharkmaid: (⚡ bounce)

[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-08-21 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The quicker he acts, the sooner they’ll get this over with and the less he needs to think about all his shortcomings and insecurities. The sooner he lets Sousuke do what he wants, the sooner he can do what he wants which is curl up and fall asleep and pretend like this was all a dream... at least for a couple hours. He wonders if that’s selfish. Or insensitive. Or both. And he wonders if he should be doing more to make this a better experience for Sousuke. All perfectionist talk really...

It’s not until hands find his thighs that those thoughts suddenly fade and he’s left on high alert, staring with a mixture of awe and fear. He’s still trapped in his underwear, after all. They’ve never seen each other beyond this point, at least not intentionally so. And now here he goes, muscles tightening beneath warm palms, fingers reaching for the headboard to brace himself as the fabric slowly peels away.

He hides his face when it happens, arms folded against the headboard, and in some attempt to stop himself from yelling he bites down on his wrist. Dammit. Dammit, he can’t move his hips on his own! Doesn’t mean he won’t try, struggling to rise up with the movement of that tongue, as if doing so will encourage Sousuke to move back down, slow down, stop. Doesn’t he see how dirty that is!? It’s too sticky, too wet and...]


Holyshit— [a breathless gasp as his cock bounces on that tongue, a thick, transparent drop oozing from the tip.]